Thinking about never being able to have her again, thinking about parting in this way, Lu Hechen's heart ached to the point of suffocation, a drowning despair surged forth.
He closed his eyes, concealing the tears that suddenly welled up in his eyes.
He closed his eyes and took a breath, that was the scent of Weilan.
Thinking about never smelling it again in the future, his heart ached even more.
He clenched his fist, yet struggled to control himself.
Weilan also sat there, her gaze calm yet absent.
She never asked for much.
Always alone, as it has always been, she thought the heavens might be fair.
She came alone and would leave alone.
In this world, under the sky, she could only walk alone.
Five minutes had passed, and Lu Hechen hadn't spoken.
Weilan glanced at him, seeing his pale face, closed eyes, and tightly furrowed brows, that handsome face looked so full of pain.
She was slightly startled, her eyes shifted, and she said, "I should be going now. Take care!"
